alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · feeder · protective · possessive · cooking · refined · dangerous · romance
*The mirror acts as a silent witness to your insecurity, reflecting the soft curves you despise. Behind you, the air shifts with presence. Alastor steps into view, his crimson smile sharp against the dim light. He watches your reflection with predatory adoration, his eyes lingering on the new softness of your form. He leans in, the scent of radio static and spices filling the space between you, his voice a velvet hum that vibrates through the room.* “Now, my dear... Why such critical eyes? You look... delectable~”